Project TRITON
I have made more progress in the last three days than in the preceding month. Is it Veronica Mars? Is it the mustaches of Hercule Poirot? The malaise of May and June has lifted and the ideas are once again flowing freely. My muse is back, and you can shove your sorries in a sack!

Grow or die, Michaelmas looms.

Obamboozled
"Mr. Biden's visit was also an attempt to foster reconciliation between the various ethnic and religious groups in Iraq," groups that our illustrious Vice President said were constitutionally incapable of living together in peace, back when he was a mere United States Senator: Iraqlink. It is this insistence that Arab and Kurdish Iraqis are too tribal (read: primitive and savage) to live together in a pluralistic democracy that constitutes the bulk of "Regular Joe's" foreign policy "expertise," the very thing that earned him a spot on the '08 Democratic ticket, the very thing that placed him one heartbeat away from the presidency. Chance you can believe in: a return to the happy go lucky racism of colonialism, the assumption that non-Europeans are incapable of civilized behavior. My thanks to the people of Iraq for doing so much to prove Vice President Biden and President Obama wrong.

The Rebel Black Dot Songs of the Day
"Weird Al" Yankovic, "Fat" from Even Worse (T.L.A.M.)

Commentary: "And my shadow weighs forty-two pounds."

Sonntag, 5 Juli
"Weird Al" Yankovic, "Eat It" from In 3-D (T.L.A.M.)

Commentary: "Have some more pie." I tell you this, my friends, as timeless wisdom for the ages: there's always* room for pie.

*Almost always. This rule no longer applies once you've already had a half-dozen pieces of pie. I'm not normally that big a pig, it was a unique situation, a long story I'll tell you another time. But, please, under no circumstances eat that seventh piece of pie. It will only end badly.